Entangled With The Mafia Lord

“Come here, Aria.” I ordered, running my bloodied fingers through my hair and smearing blood in the curls.

She whimpered in fright while bursting into new fresh tears as she slid out of my chair, her hands were bound behind her and so were her legs.

I walked towards her and picked up the knife the last

a man threw at her and used it to nick at the ropes which bound her legs to the foot of the chair. Rising to a standing position, I cut the rope which tied her hands behind her before placing the knife on the table and walking towards the window to check if there were any more men waiting to kill me.

Seeing nothing weird or out of place, I pulled in the man still dead with half his body in and out the window until he dropped dead beside my feet. Turning back around, I shrugged my suit jacket off my shoulders and grimaced as pain shot all the way from the gunshot wound which was on my bicep, all the way to my left shoulders and joints connected to my neck.

The blood was already seeping into my inner white colored shirt, making the whole of my upper left arm red and glued to the already swelling skin. Aria stayed glued to the side of the table with tears streaming down her puffy cheeks in trails with her eyes focused on my wounded arm. I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged out of it painfully and slowed until it was off. Dropping the shirt on the floor, I lifted my face until my eyes landed on Aria

“Get me the first aid box from the bathroom, please.”

Aria hesitated for a moment before running out the office to get the first aid box. I was losing a lot of blood and needed to clean, sanitize and bandage the wound to stop it from bleeding and ensure it healed well. Aria got back from the bathroom with the box turned under her arm, she set it on the table where I was currently perched on.

“Take off your suit jacket, and your heels,” I ordered as I thumbed open the first aid box and dug out some bullet removals, bandages, cotton wools and iodine. I glanced up and she still hasn’t moved a muscle. “I said take the fucking jacket and heels off, how are you going to help me fix this with those on? You can barely stand properly in those.”

“Um,” She mumbled, dried up tears in mascara trails were dried up on cheeks, and her eyes still looked swollen and red as hell. She hesitantly unbuttoned her pink suit jacket and shrugged it down before unbuckling her heels and sandals and stepping out of it.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“Now come here and pour this iodine over this wound.” I ordered while probing the sides of the bleeding spots to figure out where exactly the bullet was embedded.

“What? No! You should go to a hospital and I dunno, get operated on or something. This is unhealthy and could give you infections…” Aria started to disagree while shaking her head vehemently but I cut her off.

“Shut the hell up and come here.”

“No.” She refused, her hands shaking for no tangible reason.

“Don’t make me come get you.” I ordered. And that did the trick, she was beside me in the next second.

In no time, my hand was bandaged with the bullet removed. It hurt like a bitch and hurt more since I didn’t have any strong drink to help numb the pain a little.

Aria who was almost in tears while watching me go through pains while getting the bullet out leaned over my desk to catch her breath like she just ran a marathon or something.

I pushed away from the table and glanced around, four dead bodies, bullets and blood were scattered around on the ground, reminding of just how bad some certain people wanted me dead.

The moment the thought of my siblings at home crossed my mind, I found myself beside my suit jacket, picking it up and digging my phone out of the inner pocket, I dialed Tristan’s number and was grateful he answered on the first ring.

“Auden? You there?” Tristan demanded frantically, his voice shaking a little.

“Yeah? Tristan? I’m here. Talk to me.”

Shit, what happened at home?

“Are you alright? We got attacked here at home but we got them captured and ready for questioning.”

“Oh, thank God. Wait for me to get home before you start the questioning. I’ll be home soon, I don’t think we’re safe for now, that’s the point.” I said into the phone as I glanced around the office, my eyes landed on Aria who was still bent over the table, her ass was pushed out and the tight, small skirt did nothing to hide the outline of her heart shaped ass.

I really shouldn’t be doing this right now, I thought as I tore my eyes away from her ass and focused it instead on the roof.

“Something happened to you?” Tristan asked.

“Yes, I almost got hit by a sniper who missed my neck by an inch and instead went into the neck of the person I’ve been convincing to have a meeting with me for months. Cutting the meeting short and heading into my office, my secretary has been held hostage in my seat while I got attacked by men in black with knifes and guns.”

“Shit,” Tristan muttered while I nodded along with him. This is such a huge mess.

“I’ll be home soon, the police would be here at the company any moment from now because of the dead man who died by the sniper, and I’m sure I’ll definitely be questioned.”

“The guys in black are all dead now, right?” Tristan asked. “Yeah, they all are. Why?”

“They might come to question you there in your office, you don’t want them seeing dead bodies and blood scattered on the floor, right?” Tristan reminded me and a quiet ‘shit’ fell out my lips as I ran my free hand through my hair in frustration. This wasn’t the way I pictured today to turn out.

“I’ll deal with it, I will be home in a few hours.”

“Alright, see ya.” Tristan bided as he ended the call. I breathed out a long and tired sigh before inserting my phone into my pocket. A glance at my wrist watch showed me it was 10:20am, the day was just so slow, urg.

I turned around and caught Aria now leaning against my table, her eyes watching my every move. She didn’t duck her head in embarrassment after being caught watching me like she always does. I started to really pay attention to her, instead she cleared her throat as if something was stuck in there before making to speak up.

“Did you say Mr Ivan was dead?” She asked. Of course she had been listening in on my I and my brother’s conversation.

“Yes, he is. I think the shot was aimed at me though.” I filled her in immediately.

“Why does anyone wanna shoot you?” Aria asked, a genuine, curious expression covering her once scared expression.